From age to age they gather,
All the brave of heart and strong;
In the strife of truth with error,
Of the right against the wrong;
I can see their gleaming banner,
I can hear their triumph song;
The truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
The truth is marching on.

In this sign we conquer,
’Tis the symbol of our faith,
Made holy by the might of love
Triumphant over death;He who finds his life loseth it,
Forevermore it saith,
The right is marching on!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
The right is marching on!

The earth is circling onward
Out of shadow into light;
The stars keep watch above our way,
However dark the night;
For every martyr’s stripe there glows
A bar of morning bright;
And love is marching on!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
And love is marching on!